try to catch the deluge in a paper cup (primroseburrows) wrote,
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup

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No colours anymore, I want them to turn black

My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the workings of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Supression of the glee, that pursued and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.

Four more years.

I don't know about you, but I'm gonna turn anguish into action. Grief is good, but so is activism. *throws down sackcloth, picks up lightsaber*
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